Suicidal
The day the willow fell
was an ordinary day.
We were all as bored as hell
but the then the air gasped.
The day we heard the fall
is engraved in our minds.
We thought the willow was tall
until the moment it wasn't.
The willow, with its head smashed
was layed out, ugly, on the grass.
Our hearts, just like symbols, crashed
As we saw a dear life wasted.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoetrySo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
